Kraliuus

It's night time, 2ish Even so early on monday morning, Mt. Adams still feels so alive. 'another night spent alone,' I whisper to myself. It isn't a mourning thought, moreso whistful The air is cool enough to bring back memories memories of walking in the rain memories of time with friends but I spend tonight alone... pleasantly I wander my way to my perch my railing that overlooks the city I sit, get comfortable I have a lot of thinking to do Then I see her sitting on the stairs in the shadows but I see her she crosses her legs and takes a drag from her cigarette I stare at her, for as long as the ember shines a dim light on